You don't draw your gun that quick
Or you'll scare that favorite chick
If you run, she might be shocked
But when you walk, seems like a stop
You won't know a girl in days
Can't cut paths, you must find ways
Dodge your own imagination
Stay strong upon your foundation
Bites me what a girl can't see
When she's special, she will flee
Because she believes it not
No girl smiles at a man's soft spot
Love is nothing but a test
The queen of hearts, she never rests
Sometimes, though, she's got a flu
Splashes snot all over you
That sick glow inside your mind –
You're crafting glasses for the blind!
You don't draw your gun that quick
Or you'll scare that favorite chick.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário